#hope y’all realize the carpet could’ve saved y/n

[tiyoin]

pt. 1 | 📍pt.2 | pt. 3

hmmm

i like to think that the other yuu (y/n) would also somehow befriend kalim

like- listen.

maybe they’re wandering around campus while everyone is in class. they were skipping, yet again, because of their anxiety. yuu gave them the advice of walking around the school while everyone was in class so you could get to know the school on your terms.

so you here you were, roaming around the outside portion of school, forcing yourself to walk slowly and take in your surroundings. each footstep followed the pattern of black and white tiles; left white, right black. if your toe went over the black tile your other toe would have to match. if your foot skidded on the tile, your other foot would have to follow in suit.

it was an old habit you had in your old world. you never knew what possessed you to do it, but you couldn’t stop once you started.

‘tsking’ at the fact that half your foot went over the white diamond, you were preparing to have your other foot follow suit when you felt a sharp jab in between your shoulder blades

“AGHH” you cried out in pain as you tripped over your feet. with the short time you had, you braced yourself onto your side, where the side of your arm took most of the impact. letting out a shaky breath at the pain, you felt tears escape as you kept your head down looking towards the floor.

fuck. what luck huh.

first the scene in crewels class last week, now this???

the universe is really trying to humble you

there was a crushing weight on top of you that kept pushing your side into the floor. you were debating rolling on your back to cradle your arm, but you didn’t want to cause you and the boy to shift positions…

your face started heating up. just at the thought of anyone seeing you like this made your tummy clench. you can imagine it, the bell ringing, indicating the end of class. all the boys in the classrooms would thunder like wildebeests into the hallway, only to see you pinned to the floor by the mystery man.

oh could you could just kill yo-

“ughh- oh sevens! ae you okay?”

the voice cried out from above you, immediately getting off of you. your relieved sigh from the weight being taken away was short lived as you were yanked by your wrist upwards.

you gasped, pain shooting through your ankle as you toppled into the strangers strangely strong arms.

his skin was tanner with white swirls and patterns running up his muscles arms- no stay focused. your ankle? probably broke-

“hello? anyone home? i oh no, i hope you didn’t hit your head, ahh im so sorry, let’s get you to the nurse!!”

a soft hand found your shoulder as he set you upright, and there you were forced to meet you assailant.

of course you knew who kalim al-asim was. you’d hear him from classrooms away, and jamil too, the latter usually chasing after the former.

“huh, that’s weird, i’ve never seen you before” he tilted his head in confusion, a split second later his face lit up like a thousand christmas lights as he connected dots.

“oh! you must be a new transfer student!

(i said he connected dots, i never said he connected the right ones)

i’m kalim al-asim! im the housewarden of scarabia! and you are…”

he looked at you expectingly, his scarlet eyes honing in on yours. you would’ve thought he was trying to peek into your soul if it weren’t for the ever growing smile on his face.

“uh… y/n” you didn’t have the heart to tell him you weren’t new.

you shifted uncomfortably, eyes flicking to his crest as you fiddled with your hands behind your back. despite your nervous deposition your mind was racing.

what if he was there to bully yiu?

if you kept pressure off your foot then just maybe it won’t be black and blue and swollen like a pufferfish.

oh god what if a camera crew jumps out from behind the corner telling you you just got fucked

oh god what if the entire school is in on it-

“hey, you okay there?”

snapping your head up, you met kalim’s worried expression. his eyes no longer like that of a predator’s stalking its prey, but of someone who was genuinely worried about you.

was this the leap of faith yuu was talking about?

1,2,3 fuck it

“uh, no actually” fuck you wanted to run. yet like an anchor at the bottom of the sea, your foot stopped you from setting sail. you were stuck in your own situation.

“oh sevens, i knew it! here i’ll take you to the nurse!”

“OW”

you yelled when his hand tugged you in the opposite direction. you thought he got burnt by how fast his hand detached itself from yours.

“sorry” you mumbled, rubbing your brushing arm firmly. you weren’t sure why, but a little pressure made it not hurt so much- you winced, rubbing motions stopping immediately as you cursed yourself mentally.

“there’s no no reason to apologize, at the most i should be the one saying sorry, you did get hurt by me after all” his face shifted to a guilty one as he eyed your ankle, then your arm, and back to your face.

you sighed, running your free hand through your hair as you let out an exasperated sigh. “how about this, we call it even if you can take me to the nurses” you pointed to your ankle “think i sprained it” you mumbled out once you realized you were ordering THE house warden of scarabia around.

you were gonna get snipped, weren’t you?

bye bye y/n! died before they could live!

“nonesense!” he shouted, causing you to flinch slightly at the closeness and loudness. he let out a small sorry as he smiled sheepishly “i knocked into you while riding this guy” he pointed behind him as his expression quickly grew to one of amazement.

“oh! you haven’t seen my magic carpet! he’s-“

“not behind you” you muttered, peeking behind him left and right. and yet, there was only him and you in the deserted hallway.

(you checked behind you as well just to confirm your claim.)

“WHAT” kalim shouted, again. this time not apologizing as he was too busy freaking out about his lost carpet.

“jamil’s gonna kill me” he whined.

“if you want i could help look” you pressed your nails into your fists as you asked. boy were you talkative today!

“nah, you’d only be dead weight with that ankle of yours, don’t worry about it!”

… this is why you don’t talk…

“oh! how about this, when i find it i’ll let you ride it so you can go to the nurses office!”

…you were getting dizzy, first he calls you dead weight now he’s offering to ‘carry’… carrying? said weight on his so called carpet.

you couldn’t keep up with him.

nodding dumbly, you hobbled to the door side of the corridor as kalim jumped through the hole that acted as a window that outlooks the courtyard.

searching high and low, you couldn’t help but laugh as you watched the heir turn into an acrobat as he climbed trees, jumped over rocks and somehow managed to climb on top of the gazebo’s roof.

“don’t fall! i don’t want us to having matching ankles!” you mused, laughing lightly as he turned to you, waved, almost fell off, and flailed to get his balance back all in the span of 10 seconds.

a few minutes passed when you heard him yell out. prying your attention from your nails, you were face to face kalim.

“shit!” you flinched as kalim almost ran into you a second time. although he tried to keep it hidden behind his back, the large carpet peeked over his shoulder at you, before folding in on itself.

“this is my friend, y/n! c’mon don’t be shy buddy. they’re shy just like you, see?” kalim encouraged the carpet from behind his back. yet every-time he tried facing it, the carpet would stay glued to his back until they started playing an intense game of “peek-a-boo”

laughing at their antics, the carpet unfolded its wings and with a flap, it flew into the sky, effectively knocking kalim over and onto his butt.

“HAHAHSHAH” you threw your head back as you slapped your good leg’s knee.

what felt like a few seconds must’ve been a few minutes of you laughing none stop that you didn’t even notice the two in front of you.

calming down from your ab inducing fit of laughter, you started fanning yourself as you had a nasty habit of blushing when you laughed. your eyes were closed in concentration as you let the last of it out of your system.

“boy you guys are sure a riot, lord i can’t remember laughing that hard in a long time- what”

kalim, with his ass still on the floor was just staring at you. you didn’t dare name the emotion as you tensed up again.

“i’m sorry for laughing-“

springing up like a rocket, he celebrated with his carpet. what the fuck.

“there you go! no longer doom and gloom! you should laugh more! “

extending a hand to you, he grinned, his face flushed and breathing slightly erratic that the normal eye wouldn’t have been able to spot it. yet you did, you always did.

you looked at his hand for a moment, then to his face, then to his hand, which he opened a bit more towards you to get you to take it.

what felt like a pause in time was probably more of a minute as you just looked between the two.

“fuck” you growled out lowly, closing your eyes as you thrusted your hand into his. you kept your eyes shut as he yanked you up to the point your feet touched off the ground.

bracing for another hard impact, you were met with the soft, fuzzy fabric of the carpet.

“oh” you said lightly, ungracefully fixing your positioned to where your good leg was extended and your bad ankle was resting over your good leg. your arms keeping you up right.

“neat huh” you looked at kalim as the front carpet dipped a bit to let him on. he sat in front of you as he shifted his position to face you.

“do you mind” he looked at your ankle as the carpet started flowing. too impressed with that fact that you’re on a giant fucking carpet, you shook your head no.

the light touch onto your sore ankle caused a hiss to escape you as your head snapped towards an apologetic kalim.

he wasn’t sorry for too long as he kept softly poking your ankle, before he dramatically sighed. shaking his head, he said “yep, it’s sprained alright.”

groaning, you leaned back in annoyance. but with the lack of personal awareness made you forget that this is in fact not! a car.

so down you went. your world turning upside down as you felt your legs lift. and soon enough you would nose dive into the concrete.

welp this was it ladies and gentlemen. you’ve had a god run.

our father who art in heaven-

a hand lashed out and gripped your arms before pulling you back up. where you were met, once again, face to face with the al-asim heir.

breathing heavily, you stared at him wide-eyed through the tresses of your hair.

“not gonna lie, i thought you were gonna let me fall” you joked, gulping as you looked behind you at your almost murder scene.

pushing down the sudden dread, you looked back to kalim who wore an almost serious expression

“only a fool would drop a girl like you”

he smiled slightly, cheeks growing in hue as he looked away from you shyly. his back was now towards you as he told the carpet where to go.

the complete one-eighty left you gagged as you you just stared at him, gob-smacked that he had the AUDACITY to use that moment to quote a meme.

shaking your head slightly, you looked behind you as you extended your arms back, hands trailing through the carpet. stopping once you thought it was a suitable distance from the edge. leaning back, you enjoyed the ride

—

i was gonna write this sooner but i had to finish my assignment el oh el

i love this y/n sm🫶

y/n is actually me

yes i did that on purpose

[urfavepisces]

peter kavinsky, was it all fake?//part III

a/n: alright y’all here is the final part of ‘this is fake right?’ mini series that came out of nowhere lmao. i hope that you all enjoy this one as much as i’ve enjoyed writing it. thank you for all of the love and the past two parts!! and please let me know what you thought (:

part I (this is fake right?)  part II (it was all fake right?

word count: 3,214 (okay wow i didn’t think i wrote that much lmao)

warnings: like before some cuss words

After the argument you two had, you went home and locked yourself inside of your room. Your Dad had tried to get you to come out with bribes of his famous cheeseburgers and dark chocolate fudge cake which he knew were your two favorite dishes he made but you refused. That’s when he knew something was really wrong with you because you never turned down a burger and cake.

However, you weren’t in the mood to eat or interact with anyone at all.

Your little sister also attempted to coax you out of your bedroom by asking to have a movie night with her. Also something you always said yes to because you honestly loved spending time with her, she was the polar opposite to you. Ava was a vibrant young girl who was always looking for an adventure to embark on. You envied her tenacity and ability to try new things which always made you want to do things with your sister. So when she was met with silence when she suggested you two do a double feature of your favorite movies she also realized that whatever you were going through was serious.

How could you be so naive? So wishful?

Peter Kavinsky didn’t like you and you should've known better than to think otherwise. You should’ve been more realistic, you shouldn’t have let yourself get caught up in the fake relationship you two shared. The sweet moments between you two were merely just for show and you really should’ve been smarter.

After a few hours of wallowing in self pity, you forced yourself to clean your room and finish any assignments that were due in the next week. It was a great distraction for the night but you couldn’t help but let yourself get lost in thought about what could’ve been with Peter or how if you could go back then maybe you would’ve said no to his proposition.

As you sorted through your binder, throwing out old papers that you didn’t need and placing the now finished assignments into it, three knocks sounded on your bedroom door each one escalating in volume. Only one person knocked like that and even though you ignored her texts, you were still happy to know that she’d come and check on you.

You set your things aside and pushed yourself off of your bed. When you opened the door, Angie pushed past you throwing you off balance.

“You know I should cuss your ass out for ignoring me but since I love you I’m gonna give you two minutes to explain to me what is going on?” She crossed her arms and glared at you.

You gulped, your nerves were on edge because you’d seen her like this before but it was never directed at you. You quietly closed your door and fiddled with the hem of your hoodie as she awaited your response.

“Sorry, I was busy studying.” You shrugged not looking at her and keeping your focus on the creme colored carpet.

Her eyebrows shot up, “Excuse me, I know you just did not lie to me.” Angie pointed to herself before she continued, “I really need you to cut the bullshit and tell me what’s really going on.”

All of a sudden a wave of despair crushed into you, making your eyes well up with tears. You were so confused about Peter and it finally got to you. 


Even though Angie prided herself on being a tough person she always had a soft spot for her best friend. She immediately walked over to you and brought you into her arms, cradling your head with one hand while the other rubbed your upper back soothingly.

“Hey, it’s okay Y/N. You know I could never really be mad at you.” She whispered. Her heart sank at the sight of your tears, she knew you were sensitive but you always handled her brashness with such ease that this was a bit of a shock.

As the tears fell, you two remained silent. Your throat hurt so much because you had literally stopped yourself from really letting yourself go for the last few hours.

It took awhile before you fully calmed down and Angie had been so patient that you were honestly very thankful to have her as a friend.

You explained to her the turmoil you were experiencing and she listened attentively. People at school loved to paint her as a carefree individual who was immune to being sentimental but you knew better. Angie had a heart of gold and she only let it show if you were worthy.

“Look I love you girl, I really do and that’s why I’m telling you that you need to talk to Peter. You have to go on the ski trip.” She hugged you close as she said this.

You couldn’t help but frown at her words because you didn’t want to face him after everything you two had just gone through.

“I don’t want to.” You whined.

You wanted to crawl up into a ball and hide away from the world but it wasn't going to be that easy because of the best friend you had.

“Yea but you need to. Isn’t it  time you stopped hiding from real life? No one made you two do this but it happened and now y’all dumbasses gotta figure your shit out. Plus he’s been blowing my phone up crying about how you're ignoring him.” She tightened her hold on you.

“And look any other girl at our school would be practically fighting to have Peter Kavisnky in their messages but I’m tired! I need y’all to get your shit together.” Angie laughed.

You couldn’t help but smile in response, she was the best but it was short lived after she uttered her next words, “Sooo I’m going on the ski trip with you.” 


Your eyebrows bunched together as your mouth turned down into a scowl, “WHAT?!” You screamed. 

You instantly tried to pull away from her embrace but she quickly wound her arms tighter around your shoulders, “Girl don’t even try to talk yourself out of this, I’m going on this trip which means you going. You two are going to work this out.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed because why couldn’t she just let you be? You wanted to forget all about Peter.

She rubbed your back before releasing her hold on you, “You gotta deal with whatever scares you even if it’s Peter Kavinsky.”

A week later you found yourself in your Dad’s all black range rover driving to the school. You really wanted him to make a U-turn and go back to the safety of your room but you knew Angie would actually kill you, if you skipped out. So you reluctantly pulled your suitcase from the trunk and said said your goodbyes to your Dad.

You’d seen Peter from the corner of eye the moment you walked onto the bus, it was impossible not to when he made it obvious he was looking at you. But you kept your head held high and your eyesight focused on Angie who was dozing in the back of the bus.

You plopped down onto your seat which made her twitch and bring her face into the crook of your neck. You settled into your seat as she snuggled further into you and as you opened your bag to grab your headphones she started to snore. This was going to be a long bus drive.

“Wait you’re not actually going to ski?” Angie’s chocolate brown eyes widened at you. You shrugged, “Well I agreed to come, I never agreed to skiing plus since when do you ski?” You always remembered how much she hated the cold and the snow.

At that moment, Marcus Lamore waltzed his way over to you two and swung one of this arms over Angie’s shoulder.

“Hey Angie.” He kissed her cheek lightly before turning his attention towards you, “What’s up Y/N? You still icing my boy out?” At that Angie elbowed him in the stomach as you scoffed.

Marcus is Peter’s best friend so you shouldn’t have been surprised at his question plus he’s always been outspoken and never knew when he was being extra.

You clenched your first around the strap of your duffle bag and cleared your throat, “Well I’m going to head up to my room. Have fun guys.”

But before you could turn to leave Angie grabbed onto your arm, “Hey remember what we talked about. You need to at least try and talk to Kavinsky.” You couldn’t help but notice that just over her shoulder, Peter and Jess were talking to each other. You felt sick, regretting even coming on this trip.

You needed to get to your room, “Yea. I’ll see you later.” You quickly walked to the elevator and practically punched the “up” button. Once again you were becoming a prisoner to your thoughts of self doubt.

You don’t why you decided to do it. You guess maybe just maybe it would further convince you to get over him but when your eyes glanced over to where the two exes had been talking; you were met with Peter looking at you. His eyes seemed like they were pleading with you to talk to him but you could tell he was still upset with you and the argument you two had.

The ding of the elevator was your saving grace and as you turned to push the number of your floor, your eyes once again found his and Angie was right Peter really did have puppy dog eyes.

You were halfway through one of the books you brought with you when your phone buzzed. Angie sent you a picture of her on top of the mountain with a message saying:

my ass really out here skiing but it’s actually fun. you betta go talk to kavinsky by the time i come back.

You rolled your eyes and typed out your reply before clicking out of the messages and scrolled through tumblr for another thirty minutes before your stomach started to rumble.

You hadn’t eaten since that morning so you swung your legs over the side of the bed and slipped on a oversized black hoodie over your head. You were about to leave when you realized that the hoodie was actually Peter’s and you didn’t even think about that fact until now.  

He’d given it to you after one of his lacrosse games. It was so cold that night and he insisted that you two went out to eat at the diner in town. He was starving after playing one of his best games this season and you were craving a double chocolate shake from the place so you agreed instantly. When you two had walked to his car, he saw your shoulders had started to shake and he pulled the hoodie from his back pack and threw it to you.

You were about to tell him you were fine but he’d given you one of his incredulous looks because he knew you were cold. So you slipped your arms through the fabric as it pooled around your frame.

You smiled at the memory and remembered how he’d made you laugh so hard when you had just taken a gulp of the shake that it’d almost come out of your nose.

You shook your head and made a point to try and forget that moment because it made all seem too real. You made your way to the little cafe that was inside of the hotel. You remembered how on one of the pamphlets in the lobby talked about their world famous hot chocolate and decided that would be perfect to sate your hunger for a little bit.

There was no one sitting at any of the tables where the cafe was so you chose to make yourself at home on one of the stools that overlooked the slopes as you waited for your order to be called. The snowfall had increased and all you could see was a blanket of white as you listened to the faint sounds of old school R&B that played over the cafe’s speakers.

After a couple more minutes of waiting, your name had been called and when you went up to the counter to retrieve your order there was a light brown bag right next to your large rose colored cup of hot chocolate.

You called over to the barista, a young man with long light brown hair that been pulled into a low bun, “I didn’t order any food.” You told him.

He wiped his hands on his dark blue apron and grabbed a sponge before he spoke. “Oh yea that guy-he pointed over to a large black leather recliner situated in front of the fire place-ordered it for you.” The man smiled before turning around to scrub the sink behind him.

Peter was sitting in front of the fireplace, his body completely engulfed in a light blue throw blanket and your heart lurched at the sight. You’d let him borrow it after the movie night because he’d told you how comfortable it was.

You laughed, looking up and wondering if somehow this was fate. You two always found yourselves in the same place but it was never the right time unfortunately.

But you were done with hiding how you felt and if in some alternate reality he felt the same way then you we’re going to do your best to put yourself out there. No more running away, this was it or you would always be wondering what if.

You dragged your feet to the only other recliner which faced Peter’s perfectly. You slowly sat down and as you did, he noticed your presence. His dark brown eyes watched you intently as you situated yourself into the large chair. The flames of the fire flicked rhythmically and accentuated the warm gold specks in his eyes that you remembering detailing in your love letter to him.

You knew you had to be the one to say something, the ball was in your court whether you wanted it to be or not.

“Thanks.” You bluntly said holding up the paper bag, making you close your eyes and internally scold yourself with how awkward it sounded.

He just shrugged and took a sip from the black cup he held in his hands.

You took a couple of more sips before opening the bag and seeing what was inside. When you saw what it was, you melted. He’d gotten your favorite, a dark chocolate chip muffin and it was still warm which made you revert back to the time that you told him you couldn’t eat muffins cold it was blasphemous in your opinion. All he could do was laugh and find it endearing.

“Look Peter I don't know how to do this.” You huffed. You really didn’t, this was all new territory for you but you continued on, needing to get out how you felt out.

“It’s just that all of this started out to be fake and just isn’t for me anymore. I get that you still want to be with Jess and—“ Peter scoffed loudly and shook his head interrupting your rambling.

He set his cup down and looked at you for the first time since you sat down, “I don’t want to be with Jess.”

Your mouth hung open a few seconds before you snap it shut and thought of what to say next but before you could actually say something, he started to speak again as his pretty eyes stared straight into yours.

“Y/N. I want to be with you.” Your eyes widened at his confession.

The way he was looking at you, had your heart swelling with emotions you had never felt before and you had never been in this position before. People like Peter Kavinsky just didn’t profess that they wanted to be with you. It didn't happen.

But it was happening and you didn’t know how to react to it. At that Peter could tell he was going to have to take the reigns on this so he reached his arm out and motioned you over to him.

You gulped your nerves down and made a conscious decision to just go with the flow and actually experience life for once. You slowly stood up and took a couple of steps and place your hand into his. He tugged you towards him and making you fall into his lap. You couldn’t help but smile because you had missed Peter, no matter how you two ended it last time.

As you snuggled further into his chest, a question on your mind kept nagging at you and you knew you had to ask. You needed to know.

You fiddled with the blanket around his shoulders, “You know I heard Jess say that you two still text? Is that true?” Your eyes gazed over the side of his face waiting for an answer.

Peter cleared his throat, “I mean yea when we first started this thing we were still talking but for the past month it’s just been her texting me asking if we could get back together. You know what’s crazy two months ago I would’ve been happy that she wanted to get back together.”

You nodded understanding where he was coming from because she was his first and firsts always hold your heart captive until you’re ready to let them go.

“I get it Peter, she’s your first love.” Your eyes connected with his as he tightened his hold on you,“Yea but you know whatever I had with Jess is over.” He added on.

Before you process what he continued on speaking, “What about Danny Luna?” He asked as his full eyebrows raised.

You groaned, pushing his shoulder, “What about him Peter, there was nothing ever really between us. It was just a crush and I’d never do that to my sister.”

His raspy voice whispered, “Okay.”

You two sat in silence enjoying the noise of the fire crackling in front of you and the snow that had started to fall heavily just outside to the floor to wall window before you.

Peter broke the silence between you two, “You know you’re really special Y/N.”

You scrunched your nose and brought your hands over your face. You weren’t used to this type of attention. You had glimpses of it with Peter but it was always under the notion that you two were putting on a show for the kids at school and now that it was just you two, you didn’t know how to handle the feelings you felt.

And when you looked into his eyes, the feelings quadrupled and had your heart soaring into your throat. You were irrevocably falling for Peter Kavinsky and the intensity of his stare made you feel that he felt the same way.

It was so natural how your hand grasped onto his jaw caressing the soft skin and he lowered his head until his soft pink lips were inches from yours and the tips of his curls tickled your forehead.

Before your lips could meet you needed to ask and you needed to know his answer before you could go through with what was about to happen, “Peter Kavinsky, was it all fake?” Your thumb caressed his cheek.

He shook his head, “No it wasn’t.” He answered seconds before his arm lifted you up to meet his lips. 

fin.

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[keepseaveyweird]

Request: OKAY BB HERE'S MY IDEA: you’re an actress on Riverdale and you’re dating Jack and he’s just so supportive and you’re doing lots of behind the scenes stuff on Instagram and the fans don’t know y’all are dating but Camila (or Lili, whichever you want. Maybe even Madelaine) post something ab y’all without thinking and the fans go crazy and it’s super cute. :))) sorry if that’s a lot haha

A/N: Okay so I don’t watch Riverdale and don’t really know the actors in it very well, but I tried to get Lilli right? Idk this one was a struggle for me but I’m glad you sent it cause I’m always wanting to get better! I also tweaked the request a bit, so I hope that’s alright :)

The set hustled as producers, actors and make-up artists sprinted around getting ready to film the next scene. This upcoming season was a big deal, and the audience has never been bigger. With lots of media attention from not only fans but tabloids as well, the pressure was on.

You sat in your dressing room, dolled up in makeup and your next outfit as you posed for Jack, who was taking pictures for yours and Riverdale’s instagram. He handed you back your phone, letting you look and begin editing them, preparing for your next post in order to promote the show.

“Babe, these look so good! You should leave the band and take up photography,” you joked, earning a grin from him.

“Very funny,” Jack mocked, “but thanks, love, it’s not my skills making you look good though, it’s just you,” he winked. Suddenly the door swung open, revealing Lilli recording the conversation on her phone, a smile on her face.

“What are you doing?” you asked her as she rewatched the video while laughing.

“You guys are so cute it’s gross,” Lilli smiled, saving it to her phone.

“Thanks Lil’s!” Jack beamed, “but you can’t post that, our relationship is still private.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll save it for when the world knows,” she laughed as she walked out.

Jack looked down to you, confusion written on his face. All you could do was shrug before picking up your script and practicing lines with your boyfriend.

It was a week later, and you had a red carpet event to help kick-off the new season of Riverdale and you were ready to walk it alone, the world still not aware that you were, in fact, dating Jack Avery. Jack hung back in the car as he gave you a quick kiss on the lips before you stepped out, the camera’s immediately starting to flash as you posed with a soft smile.

It was normal to get questions yelled at you from paparazzi, it was in the job description.

Who are you wearing? Who dies at the end of the season? Any special secrets to spill about your castmates?

And you were trained not to answer them, trained to ignore them. It was easy, but for some reason you thought you heard Jack and the other boy’s names pop up. You tried your best to ignore it, pretend you didn’t hear it, because maybe you didn’t, it could’ve been in your head.

At least that’s what you told yourself until you reached the lady from TMZ, who was ready to conduct your short red carpet- interview.

“y/n! How are you doing tonight?” The lady asked, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m doing great! I’m very excited to be here and for the new season to premiere,” you told her using your fake interview voice.

“And we are too!” she exclaimed, looking to fans lined up behind the cameras who screamed in agreement.

“So y/n, you have to tell me. Are the rumors true?” She asked, putting her mic up to your lips. You couldn’t help but stare in confusion, not a clue of what she was referencing.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I know what you’re talking about?” you crinkled your eyebrows.

“Is it true you’re dating the Why Don’t We member, Jack Avery?” The lady rephrased the question, and your whole world just stopped.

It wasn’t because you were embarrassed of Jack, or of his friends or of his music or anything like that. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be seen with him, in fact, it was quite the opposite; you wanted to show him off to the world. But it was still new, only a couple months and the two of you didn’t want your careers getting in the way of what you had.

“I- uh… who told you that?” you asked, curious as to who spilled. You knew it wasn’t Lilli, she was both of your number one fans and wouldn’t hurt a fly. You wondered if it was Cole, who slipped up in an interview while making some sort of stupid joke, or if Camila accidently mentioned his name while talking about behind the scenes because Jack was there almost as much as you.

“Well y/n? You did!” The woman exclaimed.

“I what?”

She pulled a picture up on her phone, letting you take a peek. It was your Instagram page, the picture Jack took of you the other week when Lilli interrupted. In the back was a mirror, and though you weren’t quite dumb enough to post a picture with Jack’s full body in the background, you did manage to miss a big tuft of noodles peeking from the corner. Noodles that are quite iconic, and cannot be passed on as anyone else, which is a dangerous game when trying to keep your relationship quiet.

You knew you couldn’t deny the rumor, couldn’t say it wasn’t him. You couldn’t do that to Jack who you knew was watching on his phone, most likely just as stressed out as you in the back seat of the SUV.

“Well I guess the truth is out,” you shrugged with a slight smile, actually excited the news was out. It meant no more hiding, no more constant night ins. Jack could hold your hand while walking down the street and you could kiss his cheek while out in town. You two could publicly show affection for one another, something you didn’t realize you missed until then.

The lady did a giddy little dance before turning to face the camera with a smirk, proud to say she was the one to confirm the relationship over anyone else. After multiple questions about Jack and the rest of the band, you made your way inside to do a viewing of the first episode of the new season before heading back to your apartment where your boyfriend was waiting on the couch.

As you opened the door, Jack sat on the couch, turned to face you with a giant smile.

“So? The truth is out baby,” he stated, holding open his arms for you to climb into.

“I’m so sorry, I’m such an idiot, I can’t believe I didn’t see your stupid hair.” You sighed, laying your head on his chest.

“You don’t have to apologize, it was probably time we went public anyways,” he said kissing your temple, “and my hair is not stupid.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, ruffling his hair around as he scrunched his nose, “whatever… noodle boy.”

Suddenly your phone went off and you saw Lilli was calling, in which you picked up.

“Hello?”

“Can I post the video I took last week now, the world needs it!” She yelled through the line. You silently rolled your eyes.

“Whatever,” you told her, hanging up before you could hear her squeal. You tossed your phone onto the coffee table, only to cuddle up to Jack, as you had much to celebrate about.

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Like home | Chapter 1

❖ Author: @waywardkitten​

❖ Featuring: Wincest

❖ Warnings/Tags: Wincest, weecest, canon compliant, canon fuckery, a/b/o, Alpha!Dean & Omega!Sam, light violence, bullies, angst by the truckload, smut, feels, the whole shebang

❖ Rating: Teen & up for now (light violence in this chapter)

❖ Word count: 1749

❖ Beta: @trash0saurusrex

❖ Summary: Dean has a hard time in school and Sammy is an adorable and overprotective little brother

❖ A/N: I am so pleased with this chapter, I really liked how it turned out and I hope if you read it that you will spare a minute of your time to talk to me, tell me what you thought. Also I love Sam in this. I always see fics where little!Sammy is so weak and unable and I just picture him like this stubborn little firecracker.

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October 1991

Sam: 8 y/o, 2th grade

Dean: 12 y/o, 6th grade

     The sound of the slamming door had Sam jumping so high he almost spilled the last of the Lucky charms.

    “Dean?”

     He got no answer except the sound of sneakers being angrily kicked off against the wall followed by another door slamming shut. Sam put his bowl of cereal on the table and carefully trodded over the living room carpet towards the bathroom door. He put his ear against the cold surface, waiting for any sign of what was going on. A hard slam against the other side of the door had him stumbling backwards with a jolt.

    “Quit it, Sam!”

     Sam rubbed at his ear, a quizzical expression on his face as he watched the door.     “Dean? What’s going on?”

    “None of your business, that’s what. Now leave me alone”

     Beneath the harsh words and seemingly steady tone Sam could hear the distress creeping its way into his brother’s voice and it tugged violently at his tiny heart. He stuck his nose up in the air, searching for any trace left of his brother walking the short distance from the not—really—a—hallway hallway to the bathroom, but Sam was still young and his nose and scent receptors weren’t fully developed yet, he couldn’t make out any emotions at all in the dry air of the motel room; all he caught was a whiff of rainwater, mudd, the sharp scent of mashed grass and..blood?

    “Dean?!”, Sam squeaked, a hint of fear in his voice.

    “A-are you hurt? What happened? Should I call Dad?”

     The peeling white door flew up at the mention of their father. Dean stood in the doorway with dirty, wet clothes and a swollen, split eyebrow. With the new close proximity Sam could finally smell him and the anxiety that seemed to roll off him in waves.

    “Call Dad and I’ll break your Thundercats tape in half”

     Sam recoiled, torn between the worry he felt for his big brother and himself not wanting his most prized possession destroyed. Tears stung his eyes and he furiously tried to blink them away, looking decidedly at the floor. He felt it more than saw it when Dean softened a bit. He sighed heavily and put a cold hand on Sam’s shoulder to gently steer him towards the couch.

     “Sammy, don’t cry. I’m sorry. I promise I won't do anything to your tape, okay?”

    Sam blinked up through wet lashes, his cheeks tear soaked and flaming red. He fixed Dean’s still bleeding eyebrow with a glare that was half concern, half anger.

    “What happened?”

    Dean huffed another sigh and went for his duffel in the corner of the room to change into dry clothes, sporadically wiping at his brow. When he turned and found Sam still frowning in his direction he threw his hands in the air dejectedly.

     “It’s the same as always, Sammy. Always someone who wants to jump the freak”, he ground out, trudging back to the kitchen where he began warming up some Mac’n’cheese.

     “You’re not a freak. They’re the freaks.”, Sam muttered angrily, clenching his little fists as the hurt and pain bubbled up in his chest.

    Sam couldn’t see it, but that managed to put a small smile on his brother’s lips. His big brother was so used to being mistreated these days that it didn’t even seem to spark any anger in him anymore. He just seemed.. deflated.

    And it hurt Sam.

    He wanted to become big and strong so he could protect his brother against anyone who wanted to hurt him, so he could shield him from feeling like a freak ever again. To Sam Dean was strong and amazing, and it was incomprehensible to his eight year old mind that no one else could see it.

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     Miss. Auburn kept droning on and Sam tried to pay attention, he really did, but his mind was persistently focused elsewhere. He made his pen oscillate back and forth over the paper, turning the crisp white a faded gray. Outside the leaves had began to fall, colouring the ground in a deep warm glow.

    Dean always told him ‘You’re the baby, Sammy. I’m the oldest, that’s why I protect you. Not the other way around’, but it didn’t matter. He could not not worry about his big brother. Every new town it was the same; at first it would work but when the secret inevitably got out it quickly turned to a living nightmare for Dean. It always happened the same way of someone catching on, realizing that Dean was easily deceived and lied to or that he didn’t understand the entire situation because a part of it was in his blind-spot. And that’s usually when the others figured it out.

    Sam didn’t know how or when Dean had lost his sense of smell, but he knew he wasn’t born like that because sometimes when Sam woke from a nightmare Dean would comfort him and tell him about their mom and how she had smelled. He’d tell him about how her skin had smelled like rose petals and rainwater, and how when she was really happy the scents mixed with a hint of cinnamon. Sam always fell right back asleep when Dean told him stories about her.

    He was startled out of his daydreaming by loud noises coming from outside. His teacher quieted, perking her ears and then walked the short distance from the board to the window with a sigh.

     “Great..”, she muttered as she peered down her glasses at whatever was happening on the ground.

    “Y’all stay put while I go talk to the principal”

    Her southern drawl always leaked out when she got stressed.

    The second she was out the door the entire class rushed to the windows to see what had their teacher storming out in the middle of class. Sam was the closest but he heard it before he saw it. A cacophony of voices shouting in various degrees of loud and excited. At first he thought they were all chanting the same typical word ‘fight, fight, fight!’, but after a few seconds when his ears had gotten used to the discord they perked up, slowly distinguishing another word roared from the mouths of his schoolmates. His stomach turned to ice and his heart fell in his chest so fast and far he wasn’t sure if it hadn’t in fact left his body.

    “Freak, freak, freak!”

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     He didn’t remember how he got outside. All he knew was the pounding in his chest and ears and the fear that made it impossible for him to breathe. He stopped outside the entrance to the school building, trying to get his bearings. He’d seen the cluster of students from the third floor but after three staircases and a rather confusing corridor he had no idea in which direction he would find them. His eyes darted all over, his ears perked up, his tiny body tense and shaking. Then he heard it.— and his small feet started toward the sound of his big brother roaring.

    Blood flowed freely from the re—opened cut in his brother’s eyebrow where he sat on top of a boy Sam recognized from Dean’s class. His expression was feral and tears streamed down his face, mixing with the blood, thinning it out to a lighter red. Dean didn’t seem to notice. He was too busy beating the living shit out of the other guy. His fists rained down on the boy’s face, leaving red smudges in their wake; Sam couldn’t tell if it was from the boy or from Dean’s split knuckles.

     “DEAN!”

    Dean went rigid as a board, fists positioned midair, his jaw clenched and his nostrils flaring.

    “Sam.. get out of here”, Dean bit out without spending him one glance.

    Sam pushed and shoved his way through the considerable crowd that had gathered and slumped down on his knees next to his brother.

     “Dean, please stop.. for me? We’ll go home, okay?”

    Dean let out a shaking breath, gripping the other boy’s lapels harder as he fixed him with a stare.

     “This..piece of shit—”

     “But.. please, Dean, please..just.. let’s go..”, Sam tried to fight how his voice cracked at the end.

    But it caught Dean’s attention. He finally looked up at his brother’s face, wet with tears and eyes pleading. Sam could’ve sworn he saw the exact second all of Dean’s resolve wore off.

     “Yeah, okay Sammy..”

    He got up from the bruised up boy under a roar of ‘booo’s and every word of abuse for being weakSam had ever heard— and a few he hadn’t. Dean wiped his face with his sleeve and dried off his hands on his jeans as best he could before offering Sam his hand.

     “Come on.. we’re getting out of here”

    The boy on the ground got up on his elbows and spluttered in a weak last attempt to save face.

     “Yeah, you better run! Freak!”

    Not even Sam was prepared when he picked up the stone next to his shoes, whipping around and connecting the stone with the older boy’s face with all the force his eight year old body could muster. The boy fell down with a gasp. If Sam had truly knocked him out or if the boy pretended to save himself from leers about being clocked by a second grader, Sam had no idea— but he was thankful the boy stayed down.

    Dean’s eyes snapped between the boy on the ground and Sam. His jaw was slack in shock but Sam swore he could see a hint of pride in his brother’s eyes.

     “We should go, Sammy”, he muttered in Sam’s ear before grabbing his hand and making their way through the cluster.

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     Sam was still holding the stone in his hand when they got home. His whole arm was tense with it to the point where his muscles had become sore and trembling. He was scared out of his mind about going back to school the next week and he was just about to say so when Dean turned around with a box of Mac’n’cheese and a smile lighting up his face.

     “What do ya say, Sammy? I can make it with cut up hot dogs, just how you like it?”

     Suddenly it didn’t feel so scary anymore. Not only had he defended his brother against that mean boy, he had made Dean look at him with pride in his eyes; and now he was smiling.

     Sam quickly decided it was worth it.